Because none of it really matters anymore, it will never be as everlasting as it could have been, and all they have left are stolen fragments of an unfinished painting without faces.
He leans (reluctantly) outside the reach of those arms to find a nearby lamp and bring it closer, extinguishing it to pour out the oil over his fingers, the scent of sweet sap from the fragrant mountain trees filling the room. He locks eyes with Jin Guangyao, shedding the last of his clothes, and slides his sticky hand up a soft pale thigh to take his cock in-hand for a slow, tight stroke, then another, and another. Xichen enjoys the show of those narrow hips and slender waist where his other hand roams in idle appreciation.
"Look at you, spread out like it's our wedding night. So well-behaved and pretty."
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Because none of it really matters anymore, it will never be as everlasting as it could have been, and all they have left are stolen fragments of an unfinished painting without faces.
He leans (reluctantly) outside the reach of those arms to find a nearby lamp and bring it closer, extinguishing it to pour out the oil over his fingers, the scent of sweet sap from the fragrant mountain trees filling the room. He locks eyes with Jin Guangyao, shedding the last of his clothes, and slides his sticky hand up a soft pale thigh to take his cock in-hand for a slow, tight stroke, then another, and another. Xichen enjoys the show of those narrow hips and slender waist where his other hand roams in idle appreciation.
"Look at you, spread out like it's our wedding night. So well-behaved and pretty."